Rescue

You look up from the crowd into the sun, its uncaring light partly eclipsed by the spire of the church on the far side of the square.

You frown. There is movement there. All eyes are on you so no other sees it. “Shall we start the bidding for this horny and obedient ****-“ there is a whistle of a feathered arrow and the **** dealer stops mid sentence, staring down in shock at the shaft that now transfixed his heart. He blinks, coughs as he pales then drops to his knees to crumple ignominiously at your bare feet.

“Down with the usurpers. Long live the one true heir to our kingdom!” A voice yells.

There is shocked silence as a bold hooded figure leaps out from the church spire and swings a pendulous arc into the square. He descends directly towards you, holding tight with a single hand as he scoops your slight frame up from the **** block and you swung together from a spider silk cord. He has affixed its end to one of execution poles. You both alight together on a roof top. “This way my dear. Run!”